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An urban love story about an ancient god. Love and hatred in the past life, grudges in this life. Is it a miss caused by a misunderstanding, or is it a misunderstanding caused by a miss. There is no answer.
"Mo, do we really want this?!" The woman in white asked. The voice was gentle and a little helpless.
"We don't have a choice, do we?" A voice came from the sky, ethereal and full of infinite charm. The man in black said.
"Yeah, if you don't have a choice, then don't choose."
PS: It's not a tragic story, it definitely isn't.